Lord of the Oasis Chapter 724: .A unique mountain forest

"Who introduced you?" the tall centaur soldier asked in a magnetic voice.

"We found it ourselves," DeWitt said hesitantly.

After hearing this answer, the centaur closed his eyes and said, "The market is closed. You shouldn't be here now." His tone was arrogant, with a hint of threat.

DeWitt's mouth is half-open, not sure what to do when it's a good time. A voice came from behind.

"Dwarves, the dwarves introduced us. This map was also sold to us by the dwarves." Claremont walked to DeWitt's side and said to the centaur warriors.

The centaur warrior who was about to turn around and leave stopped, picked up the map in Claremont's hand with the handle, held it for a while, and then asked, "What's the name of the person who introduced you? name?"

"Madolan," Claremont replied confidently.

Actually, this is just the name of a person in charge he saw on the notice board in the guild hall.

But if he doesn't answer the centaur's question earnestly now.

The Calradian soldiers behind him really have no way out.

The centaur soldier heard the name with a look of shock in his eyes.

Other centaur warriors standing in the cover also let out "Huh--" in surprise.

"It turned out to be a guest arranged by Lord Madoran, you all come with me." The centaur soldier did not continue to ask. Instead, he greeted the scouts and his party to follow behind him.

DeWitt gave all the soldiers a wink, telling them to follow.

The leading centaur soldier was running so fast on the grassland that the entire reconnaissance team had to sprint to barely catch up.

"Does it really matter?" Abel asked Claremont, glancing at the remaining centaurs who were chasing them.

"Since I've chosen this path, I'll have to give it a shot," Claremont replied.

The stamina of the elves couldn't keep up with the galloping group, so they could only cast spells to make themselves fly in the sky.

"Yo-he-" the centaur clan at the back of the formation cheered for a while.

On this island, it is rare to see elves.

After about ten minutes, the leading centaur soldiers slowed down. Finally stopped in front of a small dirt slope.

The Calradian soldiers and the elf soldiers also stood in front of the dirt slope.

"Where is it?" DeWitt asked.

"The entrance to the market." The centaur soldier turned around and replied, "But you have to put all your weapons here before you can enter."

The Calradian soldiers who heard these words looked at each other in dismay, and finally surrendered their eyes to the three leaders.

"Okay." DeWitt and Claremont nodded in agreement, taking off the weapons from their waists.

Abel stared into the eyes of the centaur soldiers: the spells that the elves are good at can't be removed.

After seeing the movements of the two captains, the Calradian soldiers neatly threw their swords on the ground.

"Okay." The centaur soldier nodded to the scout group.

Then he walked to the front of the dirt **** and moved his right front hoof forward one tower.

"Boom!" The rock wall shook violently, and a secret door appeared in front of everyone.

"Is this a spell?" a Calradian soldier wondered.

"Come in." After the dust settled, the centaur gestured to the scouts with a please.

DeWitt took out his own momentum, straightened his waist and stepped forward to open the door of the secret door.

Different from imagined dark tunnels lit by open flames, colorful light overflows from the tunnels. The whole road is set off into a dream.

"It's so wide." DeWitt walked into the door, looked at the space around him, and sighed.

"If you want to go in too, hurry up," said the centaur.

At this time, DeWitt came out of the door and said to the scout soldiers waiting for him: "There is no problem inside, let's go."

At this point, the soldiers of the reconnaissance team were relieved and cautiously stepped into the secret door.

"Ah!" When almost all the soldiers entered the dark passage, a scream came from the end of the queue.

"What's wrong?" Calradia's soldiers and the elf soldiers looked back in panic.

The body of a Calradiian soldier with upper and lower body separated fell at the door, and Claremont, who was in charge of the formation, stood there with his pupils dilated, and warm blood splattered on his face.

The centaur soldier guarding the door of the secret passage walked over with a cold expression, and lifted the coat of the fallen soldier with the handle of the knife.

"Dang clang-" A dagger fell out.

"If you don't follow the rules, you will be punished like this," the centaur warned. As he spoke, he raised his hoofs high, ready to stomp on the corpse.

"Bang." Before the centaur soldier's feet landed, the Calradian soldier's body was teleported to the elf soldier's hand.

Abel came forward and said: "The punishment is almost there~IndoMTL.com~ There is a deadly threat in his eyes.

"Alright." The centaur soldier said with a smile.

"Touch—" The secret door was closed by centaur soldiers.

A voice from outside the door said: "After your transaction is over, someone will send you out."

"Flilock he..." In the silence, a soldier said.

"Dead," Abel said.

"Just leave him here. Let's move on," DeWitt said.

To tell the truth, what Fulilock has done is not rated high in everyone's hearts.

What can I do with a dagger? If you really encounter a dangerous situation, I am afraid that you will not be able to even defend yourself.

When you come to someone else's territory, you have to abide by the rules of others, and Florrick almost killed everyone.

It's really stupid and selfish.

Just because he was a comrade-in-arms who had been with him for many days, DeWitt and others did not reveal their inner emotions to the surface.

Following orders like DeWitt's, Calradia's soldiers lowered Felicity's body against the wall.

After 30 seconds of silence for him, everyone continued to move towards the depths of the dark passage.

"Whoops, whoops. Where's the distinguished guest who brought me a business." A short old man stood in front of everyone.

Claymont lifted the tab, raised his fist, and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm an ordinary businessman, so the name doesn't matter." The old man squinted and smiled: "This time the guests are from the human race. Yo! There are also elves! Rare guests, rare guests."

"We have nothing to do with you!" Claremont snapped. In his opinion: this old man is definitely not a good person.

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